Okay, just for fun I Googled some Wo’C favorites to see what was new with them. You’ll no doubt be saddened, as I was, to learn that Ryan Dobson’s puppy died (it hasn’t been proven as yet that Dr. Dobson strangled it).
So when he was turned down, Mr. Adams started asking questions. The official word was that he hadn’t measured up in any of the three crucial categories — teaching, publishing, or service. He didn’t believe that for a minute. The real reason he wasn’t promoted, according to Mr. Adams, is that he’s a Christian.
And a dickwad. But enough about Dr. Mike.
Anyway, so there I was, Googling away for ”Meghan Cox Gurdon,” and you can imagine my excitement when the results included a new article entitled “Mama Dearest“. However, it seems that it’s just Meghan’s review of Mary Gordon’s memoir,Circling My Mother, and not the tell-all we’ve been anticipating for so long .But hey, just because young Aphrodite, Trojan, Activia, Windstar, and Baby Dumpling haven’t actually got around to writing the horrifying story of their life in a decaying Victorian house with an absent father, a feral rabbit, and a decaying Victorian mother, it doesn’t mean that the Weekly Lack of Standards shouldn’t publish a review of it.
Therefore, because we want to, let’s just pretend that Meghan’s review of Gordon’s book is actually a review of the Gurdon kids’ future memoir. (We only have to change the “o” to a “u” and it works perfectly!)
It has become fashionable for memoirs to be scorchingly honest, and for authors to spare no ugly detail in recounting events and personalities that shaped them. In the Age of Oprah, if you don’t have a genuinely moving personal saga (e.g., Ayaan Hirsi Ali’sInfidel or Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes) or a horror story (say, Augusten Burroughs’s Running with Scissors), then you are left with little choice, it seems, but to dig out the family dark bits and cast the people from whom you come in the cruelest possible light. It sells copies, gets you talked about, and best of all, you cannot be blamed for the hurt you cause, for you are a brave truth-teller.
The five (or is nine now? It’s so hard to keep track) offspring Meghan Cox Gurdon, the influential Wall Street Journal children’s book review and former NRO “humor” columnist, have joined this last unhappy group by writing a pitiless, self-regarding remembrance of their mother’s life that will surely be enjoyable only to her fans, if she had any. It’s hard to imagine any other sort of reader who would wish to spend time in the narrative company of a woman who reveals herself on virtually every page to be as humorless, pretentious, and unforgiving as Gurdon does. It is like spending the evening with a vampire.
In Running With Pretentious Metaphors, the authors set out to look at different aspects of Meghan Cox Gurdon, an apparently rather coarse, contemptuous woman who was born in 1908 and died at the age of 94 of …..
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Okay, that’s the end of the free preview. But I did the hard work of cutting and pasting, so now it’s up to you to finish this review!
Posted by s.z. on Tuesday, September 25th, 2007 at 5:21 pm.